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The Beauty Is The Beast
In the night I hear her call
As I run to bow and kiss her feet
So to my knees I fall
As the beauty takes her rightful seat
In the rightful throne so big and bold
Though vicious be her bite
My heart she cradles she hold
Her beauty blinding as it may
Keeps the sighting of the beast at bay
Though it long to burst
And grasp her prey
And drink in ravenous thirst
Silently it shall stay
Till the prey knell hooked
Wrapped in her cold embrace
The love and fear the beast can taste
